The Little Book of Spooky Stories

:|: Thirty-Two :|:

Dylan climbed into his grandmother's lap, "you're old, that means you're going to die," he said taking her face in his hands.

Elizabeth paid no attention to what her seven-year-old grandson had said, sure she was old, but she wasn't that old. She still had plenty of living left to do.

"You're going to die soon," he said again before looking at the clock.

That was the last thing Elizabeth heard before she fell to the floor clutching her chest.